Apparently Euron had decided to indulge her after all. She could have clapped her hands in delight or run up to the deck of Silence to throw her arms around his neck and give him a kiss, but instead Falia rose and crossed the room, taking the girl’s hand and clasping it warmly in her own. The poor thing looked nothing short of terrified, though Falia herself was hardly imposing.
“Come, sit.” With a wave of her hand, she indicated the chair opposite her own. “I was just having a glass of wine, if you’d care to join me.” She resumed her own seat, a little smile on her rosebud lips. “I’m Falia.”
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